Submitted By: Ella Rausch, Twitter—@VanellaBear95
My first love was the mountains They took me home Stole my breath Jagged And Soft Harsh But Forgiving Surprising Though Certain The only thing in my life that never disappointed When I think of mountains I imagine Sunsets Flora Serenity And wonder how with time Everything adapts Evolves Is refined Including me I wish mountains would never change But they erode Crumble Endure harsh weather Are beaten down And despite this transformation I still love them And they continue to stand tall. My first love was the mountains And my last will be you.
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Header photo credit: Nicole Lesnett